The young wizards were discussing enthusiastically. As fifth-year students, they rarely had access to such interesting courses. Every professor was pushing their potential as much as possible.

Of course, to some extent, this was also a debt they owed for the previous four years.

In the corridor, Warren Pardis said to his friend with some annoyance, "I could actually win, but I was just unlucky."

"You are too aggressive. You got at least ten questions wrong." His friend replied.

The young wizards walked out of the classroom in a bustling crowd. Felix rubbed his sore fingers.

The "stage effect" of this knowledge contest was all created by his magic. From the nine-square grid, to the score changes, to the color feedback of the correct and incorrect answers, he took care of everything.

"It's a mistake. Next time, change to a ten-point system."

In the two afternoon classes, Felix tried it in the sixth and seventh grades respectively, and the effect was excellent. Even the "poor students" of ancient magic stayed awake enough in class.

This made his thoughts clear.

"We can do more of this kind of game-based teaching in the future, but the premise is to make sufficient preparations." In the evening cafeteria, Felix weakly picked up a piece of potato with black sauce. After a day, he felt a little weak.

Little by little, he obviously exceeded the limit in the number of spells he cast today.

In the common room.

The twins Fred and George were controlling the magic puppets to fight. They had already learned the second and third sets of practical magic runes.

This made their battle very interesting to watch. Every time Fred's magic puppet punched, a circle of electric light would burst out, making a "crackling" sound. Lee Jordan's hair stood up because he was too close.

George on the other side was not much better. His magic puppet was the very popular "Fire Man". Every time he used the iconic "Big Fireball", he would attract a lot of praise.

At this time, Percy Weasley came in from outside the common room. He had just completed his patrol mission. When he saw him, Ron in the corner turned his head away.

The two were still in a cold war.

"Ron, you guys haven't made up yet?" Hermione asked worriedly.

"Unless he apologizes to me." Ron said stubbornly.

Harry sighed. He couldn't say much. After all, Ron was taking the blame for the three of them and lost face.

"Hey! Percy, I heard you got ten points from Professor Happ today?" a Gryffindor asked.

Percy puffed out his chest modestly to make his prefect badge more conspicuous. "Yes, Professor Happ tried a new teaching method. I have to admit that he is a very wise man."

"You also beat Slytherin!"

Percy said modestly. "It was just a competition. One more thing, out of ten, I'm nine points ahead of my opponent."

The Gryffindors praised again. Percy was indeed a top student who had passed 12 certificates.

"Nine points ahead!" Ron repeated with disdain.

Harry quickly changed the subject. "Hermione, did you ask Professor Happ about the basilisk?"

Hermione shook her head. "I rarely see the professor from Monday to Friday." Unless there are papers that need her to correct.

"But it will be too late if we wait until the weekend!" Harry said unwillingly, "What if an attack happens during this time..."

He slammed the table hard, startling the two little wizards passing by. They looked at Harry fearfully and passed by him quickly.

"Look, they all think I'm the murderer!"

"Harry, how about we go find Professor Heppe now?" Hermione glanced at him carefully.

Harry looked at the clock. It was already past nine o'clock in the evening. "Tomorrow." He slumped in his chair decadently, like a deflated ball.

They basically confirmed that the monster in the Chamber of Secrets was the basilisk, and about Hermione's confusion - the basilisk's gaze was lethal, but the two current attacks were only petrification - Harry also had his own speculation: those victims did not look directly at the basilisk, Mrs. Norris looked through the reflection of the accumulated water, and Colin Creevey looked through the camera lens.

But whether this is correct remains to be confirmed, after all, there are too few samples.

At this time, Ron said to him: "Harry, is the magic puppet that Professor Heppe gave you in your schoolbag?"

"Yes." Harry replied weakly.

He practiced a few times in private, but he still lacked some skills. He could just control the puppet to walk normally.

"How about we give it a try?" Ron glanced at Percy in the crowd.

"Here?" Harry couldn't make up his mind.

Hermione's eyes lit up. She had wanted to try it for a long time. She had fallen in love with this look during the open class at the beginning of the semester.

The ice-blue hair and the delicate and cute face hit her heart perfectly.

"Maybe... this is not a good choice..." Hermione said hypocritically, but she did not stop Harry from taking out the magic puppet from his schoolbag.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Fred walked over with his arm around George's shoulders.

"Oh, just a magic puppet." Ron tried to say it in a nonchalant tone. Fred

saw the puppet in Harry's hand and was surprised. "This is not an ordinary puppet." From the appearance alone, the two are completely incomparable.

"Professor Hepp gave it to me." Ron said.

Fred picked up the magic puppet. "This thing..." He glanced at George. "I can hardly feel its magic fluctuations. It's more delicate than Diggory's ghost doll - and it's completely different from the ones we've taken apart."

"You've taken apart another one -"

"Shh!" Fred raised his finger. "Keep your voice down. This is a little secret between us and Professor Hepp..."

George took the puppet and said casually, "Once we broke the magic puppet in our hands."

"It was 'accidentally' broken, and we were very scared at the time -" Fred said.

"We were worried about being deducted points, put in detention -"

"Or being hung up and whipped with a whip dipped in cold water -"

"So we went to apologize tremblingly -"

"And then? What punishment did you receive?" Ron asked.

"No, little Ronnie," Fred blinked and smiled wickedly, "The professor said we have a talent for alchemy, and gave each of us ten points, but--"

George sighed, "When we put the second damaged puppet part in front of him, he resisted the urge to deduct points from us."

Hermione rolled her eyes.

George looked at this extremely delicate magic puppet, exclaiming from time to time, and finally gave it to Harry: "It's amazing, what did you do?"

"It's--" Ron was about to speak, but was stepped on hard by Hermione.

The twins looked at each other and shrugged.

Fred said: "Do you want us to demonstrate it for you? This puppet must have many new functions, and I think you are not very familiar with it yet."

"Who said that! Harry, show your skills."

Harry drew out his wand, and under his traction, the magic puppet stood up swaying.

Several little wizards looked over from afar.

Harry tried hard to control the magic puppet, but unfortunately, it could only sway out dots of ice blue snow at best.

"Harry, your control is not enough." Fred explained the reason.

Harry pointed his wand at the magic puppet, and he felt that he had touched its core. So he concentrated all his attention and tried to awaken the dormant magic circuit.

His magic power touched a world of ice and snow. The sharpness and coldness made him feel like he had eaten ten popsicles in one breath, and his consciousness seemed to be frozen.

Harry's face was frozen purple, and he exhaled a breath of cold air.

"Harry, what's wrong with you?" Ron stood up in a panic. At this moment, anyone could see that he was not right.

However, the next second-

"Chichichichichi!"

The magic puppet suddenly lit up, light blue ice crystals fell one after another, and the temperature around dropped sharply. "She" raised her arms suddenly, and a series of ice-blue icicles rose from the ground, and the cold air spread around like a rolling air wave.

Several people stared at this scene in amazement.

In front of the palm-sized magic puppet, a row of half-human-high icicles extended seven or eight meters away, completely freezing the door of the common room.

The cold ice mist filled the air, and the little wizards in the common room sneezed collectively.

Meanwhile, Professor Hepp, who was far away in his office, was sipping tea and happily reading an ancient alchemy book.

Next to him was the Daily Prophet of the day, with the headline on the front page being: "Good and Bad: The Huge Gap Between Two New Professors", author: Rita Skeeter.